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Dead buds on these limbs to bring forth a malice spring
bleached blossoms become a whiter shade of guilty red
                made heavy from the owl that landed in broken flight
my invisible noose to hang the sun that frames thy head.



This "nothing" is a place of placid belief with stale breath
cold bark decays and renews, like the shedding of sin
             soft cries billow forth, from a widow that mourns her lover
an amnesia fills the sky; forgetting when and how to begin.



Esoteric branches that touch the hallowed questioning
a perch for the soulless that seek asylum from the storm
            the bow breaks, another cradle will rock.....watch it fall
land softly, rain shatters like glass, my blood is lukewarm.

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

Nature and life's renewal. So beautiful the words you created here. I read the most beautiful things in your poetry. I find myself with this one just in awe. I have to agree with the others here, your imagery is always fantastic. I love the journey. Thank you.

[Art]

even without a title this poem holds one within a visual grasp, reading slowly one can find that emotional turmoil, sadness, and the loss of a will to live...

an amnesia fills the sky; forgetting when and how to begin...


nice work, pretty....

[David Scott]

If I did not know better I would think you are describing the hell of Alzheimers That is what I saw in literal translation. Of course you leave the door wide open for ambiguous romping.
Tally Ho

[Muse]

I wrote this under the influence..no joke. It was like automated hand-writing at it's finest. I still go back to read it every now and then and think..huh?

[Nautili]

My dad has recently been diagnosed with Alzheimers, I reread it with him in mind....depressing but yes, probably accurate toward his perception about life.

[Muse]

to be neither here nor there...ignorant about time. Not such a bad thing if you really think about it. If losing my mind makes the aging process less painful...then so be it. What is sad...is the pain of family living with a spouse...a mother or father...and realizing that this person knows not their names or at times...even their faces.

[Sami Khalil]

I love nature and its beauty ... Well penned...

[Kristallo]

This was breathlessly powerful writing. You wander through so many glimpses of pain with a sweetly sardonic cadence, weaving for the reader a visual enigma that perspires the nonchalance of time, blending a palette of deepest melancholic hues that ache to hold onto their color.... "an amnesia fills the sky, forgetting when and how to begin." -That line so dazzled me and tinged the corners of my mind with the gray-scale of dimming isolation. It was beautiful. I can hear the soft cries moan to the breeze as I embarked on this struggle of emotional collapse.... excellent write. It was a pleasure.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well not just erotica. Erotic life too! You write with beauty!!!

[Muse]

it may be beauty...but I wrote this during a very dark moment in time.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It was dark but fantasy is.

[SkinlessFrank]

i think many of us have felt this desperation to live and the powerlessness that overwhelms us at times.....makes me want to cry reading this

[Eloha]

This felt arcane, but it read like common words, how can this be? Muse, what have you done??

[Pax]

all i can say like everyone say
'beautiful'..
great job.

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. wow ... absolutely stunning poetry, my friend ... for personal reasons ... i love the second stanza especially ... and that last line of the second stanza is absolutely overwhelming ... that feeling is something that consumed me ... and then it took me a really long time to find a place from where i could re-commence my journey ... but i had to acknowledge that "amnesia" first ... once again, this is exceptional work ... it's actually like a symphony ... beautifully composed and rendered ... and what a picture ...

[Muse]

I came back...

Yes....
With another insight tonight.... I love to re-read it in this moment...

Perrrr-fect for our here and now dear.
I love this write. It has so many corners,
And ways to hide in, yet to go forward
I feel the revenge angst it, the utterly
Days of pain, and spiritual insights.
It is an poetic ramble of darkness.
I feel the white-nothingness as our confess
Of what has left and be gone. But it's never
To late to return, and feel some colour.

Beautiful babe!

Hugs, xo E.L.

[Muse]

Ironically...I penned this when all of "this" first started....I hide behind the walls of colourless metaphors...hence the irony of it all....don't most poets? Xxooxo

Haha, yes so true!! I felt it era's before, and didn't noticed the White noise... that clear, even the colourless facts... but I learn, to reach those, to be a palet fuller of brightness in the end of days.... lol.... xoxoxo

[Muse]

White noise...yes I wrote that towards the end of dealing with my daughters daunting ordeal. The sorrow and pain becomes defeaning...a chaotic vibration...best described as a blinding White Noise.

[Muse]

Looking at my daughter now...healthy..happy. She inspires me...to be okay.
;)

Exactly, the things that are in ways in your life unreachable, and not to be taken as a lion would find a prey. I mean captivating in the palm of your hands of understanding, litterally. White Noise is always there on moments as we feel... and I feel White noise, or in my language... "murmle-ruster" these days... I recognized it, and tried to be it boss... I graduated. :) When my dad got blind on one eye, I heard the hum too... but ignored it that time, now I know why I did that.... Thanks xo

Your daughter is a little you Muse.... I can tell you, she's beautiful!

[Muse]

I've been told by a fellow writer to embrace that noise....but I suppose there's a certain amount of danger in this...to be deaf or blind by choice..can only make us callouse to the world around us...you were wise to be the boss of it....your father could not have been comforted by your numbness....you chose go feel through the pain "with" him.

Yes, I did, as he did too... always. I cried, a lot, but then "he" was the man who told me to, don't hey he said, look... I'm not total blind, I have still one eye, and can see your beautiful face, and read your poems.... That gave me so much comfort, you're right in this. My rational always keeps on fighting my emotion, it's stronger somehow, even when paranormal things happen sometimes. I try to fix or rule it. xoxo

[Muse]

X o...you are both inspiring and beautiful.

You too lovely one... keep on amazing me with your keen insights, and imperfectly perfect writings :D as mine are too... xo